mtl008 Chapter 2999: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (33)
Chapter 2999: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (33)
Chapter 2999: The Green Trees Are Thick and the Summer Is Long (Thirty-three)
After Miss Richie left, Schiller knew he couldn't stay there for much longer. Sure enough, a group of people soon came and hurriedly wanted to take Schiller out.
After discovering that Miss Richie was missing, they asked Schiller, "Where's that crazy guy?"
"how could I know."
"You're right next door to her!"
"I'm next door to her, not in her room."
"Do you know how she got away?"
"Probably picking the lock."
"But she couldn't start the elevator!"
"Then I don't know. If I knew, I could run away. Would you still be able to see me here?"
The other party seemed speechless, opened the door of the cell and took Schiller out.
When they took Schiller away, they seemed to have completely sealed the air-raid shelter and welded the door shut. It seemed that they were determined not to let anyone in.
Schiller was taken to the basement of the crematorium.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Williams again. Williams was looking at him carefully and soon showed a look of disappointment. Schiller thought it might be because he did not show any fear of being kidnapped at all.
Schiller could have acted it, but he was too lazy to do it, so he just sat there expressionlessly staring at Williams.
"I think you know what my presence here means." Williams seemed to be trying to intimidate further.
"It means you want to silence me. If I see your face, I will definitely not be able to leave today, so don't try to convince me to do anything for you. It's going to end in death anyway, and I won't do anything."
Williams was obviously choked. He didn't expect Schiller to think in this way, but he felt that what Schiller said made sense.
But soon he deliberately wrinkled his facial muscles, bared his teeth, and said with a fierce look: "But death is different from death. Some people die happily, but some people may die painfully."
"You want me to die a painful death? Like those kids?"
Williams's face suddenly turned from red to blue.
"You want to say that I have no evidence, but psychoanalysis doesn't need evidence. You want to say that I'm a lunatic, but the entire psychology academic community doesn't think so. You want to say that I'm a dead person and it's useless to know, but what you want me to do is to let me contact another living person. How do you know that I won't tell her my conclusion?"
"I can puncture her eardrums, what are you going to do..."
"You didn't tell me with your mouth that you are a pedophile and a sadist, so how should I know?"
Williams was completely speechless. Schiller had shut him up, and anything he said now would make him look stupid.
"It doesn't matter. You're going to die anyway."
"I'm sure you don't mind chatting with the dead. How do you plan to let me die? What kind of death do you think is worthy of me?"
"I'll rip your heart out."
"And then what? Put it in a museum? Like you collected those children's bones?"
Williams finally showed a trace of horror, and he said: "How did you know? Can you really read minds? Is there really such a thing in the world?! This is impossible!"
"I'm a dead man anyway, so I don't mind telling you that there is such a thing as mind reading in the world. Your self-proclaimed perfect concealment is ridiculous to them."
"So what? So what if they saw it? As long as there is no evidence..."
"You may have underestimated mind reading. Or to be more precise, it is not mind reading, because it can not only read, but also write, and can modify everyone's consciousness remotely."
"Stop talking nonsense, this can't be possible!"
"Indeed, I lied to you. Look how scared you were."
Williams' face turned from blue to red, and his entire body from head to neck to arms was red, looking like a cherry bomb that was about to explode.
"I have a class tomorrow morning," Schiller said suddenly.
"But you won't see the sun tomorrow morning."
"If I don't go to class tomorrow morning, my students will notice I'm missing because I'm never late."
"But they can't possibly find you."
"It's impossible for ordinary students, but among the graduate students I supervise... Never mind, it's not something to be proud of. The mess they did was the main reason why they couldn't finish their papers. We must not encourage this kind of atmosphere."
"You're a lunatic." Williams didn't seem to want to waste time talking to Schiller, so he took out a gun.
"Gun? That's it?" Schiller showed a disappointed look. He said, "Do you think I should be shot to death?"
"No, you would be committing suicide."
Schiller sighed and said: "No one would believe that I committed suicide with a gun because I am a terrible shot and I have never bought any pistols."
Williams was stunned for a moment. He seemed to not believe that there were such Americans. He said instinctively: "Aren't you from Gotham?"
"No matter what you think, I never use a gun to kill people."
"Then you...what did you say? You killed someone?"
"You heard wrong."
"I didn't, you just said..."
"So what? You have no evidence, and you said I'm from Gotham. Is that weird?"
Williams felt that he really couldn't talk to Schiller anymore and he was about to explode.
"I will bury some inferior bones near your house. Once you die, you will be considered to have committed suicide out of fear of punishment. In the eyes of everyone, you are a damned pedophile and sadist."
"Have you gotten rid of Amanda's entanglement?" Schiller suddenly asked again.
Williams paused to load the gun. Schiller suddenly laughed and said, "Of course you didn't, because no one knows where the bones in the lake came from."
The smile on Williams' face slowly faded, and he stared at Schiller with his small eyes squeezed into his flesh and said, "You know?"
"Frame-up is not a new trick. If it's you who died, then you are the culprit of the largest lake body case in history."
"You framed me?! You killed those people?!"
Williams felt that he had gotten the truth, because Schiller's house was not cheap, but it was located at the innermost part of the community and had inconvenient transportation. Its only advantage was that it was close to the lake.
"You..." Williams said as if he suddenly thought of something, "How could you possibly kill so many people?! There must be hundreds of them!"
"Only hundreds of people were rescued." Schiller's tone was calm as if he was discussing what to eat in the evening.
"Which of these two cases do you think is more important?" Schiller asked, as if he really couldn't figure it out. "Federal law has strict protection for children. How many children did you kill? Judging from your surprised tone just now, it should be less than a hundred, right? If you frame me, it will be enough to put me in jail for the rest of my life."
"But the super power case is more complicated. Yes, it is a super power case. Because Amanda needs such a big super power case, it must be a super power case."
"A superpowered person slaughtered so many people and sank them all into the lake. Will he be put in prison? I don't know, but I heard that the Florence Super Prison is also responsible for imprisoning superpowered prisoners like this. The government keeps them so that they can be used one day."
"How can I describe the environment there? It's very harsh. Rather than calling it a super prison, it's more like a super torture device. Because the people in there are all tough and strong superpowers, it's okay to use slightly less humane punishments. If anyone enters there, life will be rich and interesting."
Williams's face became increasingly gloomy. No matter how dumb he was, he could understand what Schiller meant. He walked to Schiller again with a gun in hand and said, "You want to frame me for this case? How could you possibly..."
"If you look it up you'll find that Amanda is my student."
"That doesn't mean she will listen to you..."
"I've killed so many people, do you still expect me to have any moral bottom line? Have you ever heard of hypnosis?"
"Stop talking nonsense, hypnosis is impossible..."
"You still think there is no mind reading in this world, then how can I see through you?"
Williams' heart sank to the bottom. Schiller looked at him and said, "You must have planned to frame me later than I planned to frame you, because after all, you bought the land first and then met me."
"Have you been trying to frame me since then?!"
"Come on, do you know how long I've been waiting? Those bones will be found sooner or later. New residents moving in is the best news I've ever heard, and the better news is that you're closer to the lake than I am."
"Besides." Schiller finally moved and leaned forward, putting his hands on the table and staring at Williams, saying, "You also killed someone at the construction site, but you didn't have time to throw the body into the lake. In this kind of weather, even if you bury it four meters deep in the soil, it may not be effective. How long do you think you can hide it? Once you are discovered, who do you think threw those bodies into the lake?"
"You..." Williams uttered only one syllable and was unable to speak. Looking back now, he did notice that something was wrong.
The most suspicious thing is that Schiller never opposed him building a resort from beginning to end.
As mentioned before, the land was originally public land of the community. Other residents of the community have protested, saying that we can not use it, but you can not occupy it either. Moreover, there are too many people in the resort, which is a great threat to their privacy.
However, Schiller, as the resident closest to the resort, never expressed any objection. He even scolded the children of relatives who were staying in his house on the first day, but he didn't react at all. Those children, who looked not simple at first glance, didn't take any extreme retaliatory actions. This was not normal at all.
In the memory, Schiller's face gradually became distorted, as if he was looking at a fat sheep, and he could not wait to let him continue to wander around here, stay here for a few more days, the closer to the lake the better.
Because as long as the resort continues to be built, he can pin this shocking case on himself!
Williams felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat.
Williams slowed down his tone and said, "Since we are the same kind, there is perhaps no need to make things so awkward. How about we talk about it and do our own things without interfering with each other?"
"It seems that this is the only way for now." Schiller seemed to have chosen to compromise. He said, "There is no point in us causing trouble for each other. In the past few years in Gotham, you should have seen a lot of people like me. We don't really care what others do, right?"
This sentence really shook Williams, because he had indeed encountered too many serial killers in Gotham over the years. These people simply didn't care about other people's business. As long as they were not the target, they would not even bother to look at them. These lunatics were only focused on their own world.
Williams finally laughed and said, "Indeed, it seems that I was a little reckless, Professor. As long as we both have secrets to keep, we can live in peace."
Schiller stood up, turned and walked towards the door. He didn't seem to mind leaving his back to Williams, nor did he care that he had a gun in his hand, which finally made Williams feel relieved.
However, out of caution, he walked towards the door with Schiller holding the gun. The moment he reached the door, he saw a dark shadow flash to his side, and then two hands connected by handcuffs appeared in front of him over his head.
Schiller, who slowly tightened his arms, was not excited. He just remembered that many years ago, he asked a child in a dim room holding a tie, "Do you know how to subdue someone stronger than you?"
In the gift pack for the leader, if you have drawn fan art, you can go to the book friend circle and actively contribute. It will be requisitioned for a fee.
A relatively exquisite colorful Q-version figurine, about five in a set (with the same painting style). Two large background images are needed for the signboard, and a set of five postcards are needed. I haven't decided how many hand banners and bajis I want yet. I may also make figurines (I haven't found a good factory yet, so they are not very good)
The final gift package should be a Q-version pendant + a stand/postcard + a banner/baji. The Silver Alliance may have a figurine. What else do you want? (Physical books cannot be printed)